First Spring in Cambridge
Your compulsion to have dozens of daffodils
on the mantelpiece, a puzzle – when they only last
a week. You wonder why have them inside
when there are so many outside
along the Backs, along the Cam,
the reason why you came here.
On your third ward – night duty – alone.
Distracted by sighs, murmurs and moans
You try to be vigilant but struggle to stay awake.
Hope not to get caught out by night sister.
April being the cruel month,
you long for the drizzle to cease.
Your first birthday away from parents and siblings
no presents, few cards, just another shift
and then the weekend off to visit what was home.